***WARNING:From here on the sexual imagery starts to go a bit left. You have been warned...***
Lizzie, who had not gone to class as she was supposed to, stomped across the grounds, righteous anger flowing through every vein.
She tromped through the woods at a breakneck pace, then sat down against a tree in a nice clearing she had found years ago. It was very tranquil here. She had spent a lot of time in this place. Even Josie didn't know about it.
This time it didn't soothe her as much as she had hoped.
God, that Hope was such a bitch! A grandstanding, arrogant, father-stealing bitch!
She hated that her father seemed to rely on Hope and bring her in on all of his important decisions. She hated that Hope acted like Lizzie should be ok with that, like it was no big deal. Well, it was a big deal! Hope wasn't that much older than her!
She hated that Hope was a powerful witch who had her own magic, and didn't need to siphon it like her. She hated that even that wasn't good enough for her and that she had to be a werewolf, too! Not only that, but she could create vampires and hybrids with her blood! Fucking Christ, enough already!
And then to top it all off, Hope had the biggest, juiciest rack she had ever seen! It was disgusting how much God had given her.
She was always walking around with her nose up in the air and those tits bulging out. Lizzie had caught her arching her back out plenty of times to attract attention. And how many times does someone have to stretch per day? The bitch was always stretching!
Then look at what she wore! She always wore just the right thing to make it look like she wasn't trying to show them off, and yet the tops were always clingy, always form-fitting. It was always something that showed every last (probably intentional) boob jiggle as it happened. Why did she somehow never have her school jacket on?
Ok, Hope, we get it! You have big tits, already! Wear flannel, bitch!
Guys (and some girls) were always checking her out. But none really had the guts to approach her. Most of the kids were afraid of her, and rightfully so, as far as Lizzie was concerned. The girl was bad news, and had been ever since she first showed up.
Everyone knew who her father was, and according to Lizzie's father, Klaus Mikaelson was one of the worst supernatural beings who ever lived. She had only met him once, though, and he hadn't been too bad.
Hope wasn't much better, as far as she was concerned. She had created a vampire/werewolf hybrid without permission once, and that had gotten the poor boy killed.
Then from what Lizzie had heard, Hope had indirectly gotten her own mother killed through her own selfish actions.
What a bitch, she thought. A big-titted BITCH.
If any of these guys had any guts, they would be all over Hope, but even though she was a lot safer, no one ever looked Lizzie's way. Never. She never got the guy!
She knew she couldn't compete with the sheer amount of boobs Hope was working with, but she tried to accentuate her other attributes. She was tall and thin and blonde. She knew she had long legs so she constantly tried to show them off…all to no avail.
The only guy who was interested was MG, and although he was cute, he was shorter than her and way too dorky. His earnest affection for her really annoyed Lizzie, and she wished he would crush on someone else.
She had tried to hook up with Rafael when he first arrived at the school, but he had rebuffed her immediately. As soon as she had seen him, she could just picture herself riding him hard, riding that black dick all night long and then collapsing on his ripped, sweaty chest afterwards.
Instead, Josie had got the guy, and now she was the one collapsing on his chest. It wasn't fair. She was going to be a virgin forever.
But that new boy. Kyle. Yes, she had been pissed off that her father had sent her to fetch him, but she had immediately noticed that he was tall and cute, and had broad shoulders. He was taller than her, which was nice for a change.
Even then she was still annoyed, but when she had caught him ogling her ass it had given her quite a thrill. That's the exact reason why she had been incrementally shortening all her skirts an inch or so every couple of months. Her father had went ballistic when she bought a super-short skirt (although her mother had been ok with it), so now she only bought the longer ones that he found acceptable, and then shortened them later.
And still she never caught any guys looking at her or perving on her or anything. And she was constantly checking for it! That's why she always caught them staring at Hope, or more specifically, Hope's chest.
Sometimes Lizzie stared, too. She wondered what size those things were.
Stop it! She told herself. Stop thinking about Hope! This is what everyone did, they always thought about Hope.
Even her father.
Lizzie knew that's why she was angry. When she had caught Kyle looking at her ass, and later caught him checking out her thighs it had been a real high for her. But she also knew that the more time he spent with Hope the more he would get pulled into her vortex. Then Lizzie would become an afterthought to Kyle, just like she was to everyone else.
God, why couldn't it just happen for her? Josie had Rafael, and even though it had gone bad she had been with Penelope before that. Hope had a string of doomed suitors, and even MG was out there hooking up with girls. She didn't want him, but she didn't want him to want other girls.
She never had anyone. No one to hold hands with, and no one to kiss. And what was becoming increasingly important was that she had no one to fuck.
She didn't know why, but she was becoming more and more horny every day. To an alarming degree. Sometimes she would just be walking along, and then she would feel a slight tingle down there, and the next thing she knew she would be sopping wet and would have to go somewhere and take care of it.
But Lizzie was getting tired of finger banging herself to sleep every night. And there was no way she could get any kind of sex toy. Not only was mail inspected with magic, but every time there was a crisis, you could realistically expect all of your drawers and closets to either be turned inside out or hidden inside of. She wouldn't want anyone to discover the 12 inch black dildo she had seen online hidden under her bed. No, she couldn't ever order anything like that.
She wanted a real man to pick her up, throw her down on her bed and bury himself inside her to the hilt. Then repeat until morning came.
But she apparently was not good enough for that, though. No one was interested.
Her train of thought had taken her from anger, to desire. She was horny as fuck again.
She took a quick look around, and as usual there was no one nearby. This was her place, and in all her years she had never seen another soul here.
So she slid her hand down into the waistband of her skirt, and down into her underwear, which was already damp from her juices.
Two fingers easily slid deep inside herself. She pumped them in and out with increasing fervor. At the same time her thumb rubbed furiously on her clit, sending jolts of pleasure across her body, exploding out from the center.
Lizzie threw back her head and moaned as she continued her finger pumping. A rhythmic squelching sound became more insistent, mingling with the other sounds of the trees, wind and animals around her.
Finally, after she added a third finger and stretched herself just to the point of pain, it became too much for her. She arched her back even more, this time with her hips and butt coming off the ground completely. Her whole body spasmed and writhed on the grassy floor of the clearing as she came hard.
She lay there for a little while, chest and tiny tits heaving, hand still resting in her underwear, cupping her sweltering, wet and gently throbbing pussy.
Feeling just a little bit better, she decided she had better go back and clean up, then get to her final class before her dad found out she skipped.
She pulled her hand out of her underwear and quickly stuck her fingers into her mouth, noisily sucking the juices off of them. Then stood up, feeling a little shaky, but in a good way. She steadied herself with a hand on the tree.
Swaying a little, she felt her pussy juices dripping down the insides of her thighs now that she was standing.
Using her fingers, she collected as much as she could and again stuck them in her mouth and sucked it off.
Lizzie then determined that she had better get back to her room and really clean up if she was going to make that next class. So now recovered from the intense finger-banging she had just given herself, she stalked off back toward the school.
As she left, she was very, very glad that there had been no one around.
Except, unknown to her…there had been.
He had not come to the school to see Lizzie pleasuring herself. That was not even close to why he was here.
But he was not displeased. Not displeased at all.